Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Just a Little Obsessed

I want to say a few words about my wife.

As a mother, she worked literally up until the last minute before we went to the hospital.  She cleaned up her inbox, tied off a few loose ends, shut down her computer, and delivered Sammy literally less than 24 hours later.  Somehow, she can handle his bouts of crying in the middle of the night with tenderness and love, rather than my approach, which usually entails trying to verbally chastise the five month old.  Amazingly, her approach tends to work better.

As a wife, with all of the stress that we've both been under, what with the seven thousand things we both have going on (breaking news flash: our second babysitter is also now leaving to go back to the old country), she still has the patience to be able to allow me to be neurotic and anxious, hysterical and abrasive. Yet, she still manages to find it in her to love me. Even when I implode from all the stress and run outside screaming in my black and yellow striped underwear (she calls them my bumblebee underwear) in the middle of the night.  This is not a hypothetical situation.


And as a professional woman, she's the only person I think I've ever known to be able to leave for maternity leave, broker the deal of the century where she could work from home indefinitely, and simultaneously eke out a massive promotion.  All while managing to breastfeed and change the diapers of our screaming son, and dealing with a husband that has the stress tolerance of balsa wood.  And it is because of that promotion that this era has ended - as of this past Monday, she went back to work.  In her own office with a door that closes, and real people working under her and everything.  Hopefully, she can get all of her "telling people what to do" out of her system at work from now on.

She's my girl - and I'm just a little bit obsessed with her.

Also, she's really hot

6 comments:

  1. Aw, what a sweet, beautiful post, Bill. You guys are totally cute together.

    She does sound phenomenal, lucky man.

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  2. It's the way it should be! All that and pretty too :) The promotion part is awesome...lucky lady. now if only I could figure out how to stay home and work.......

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  3. I honestly don't know how she does it. She is my inspiration. What a sweet post.

    I'm also the neurotic one in our relationship and I know it's not easy to deal with us HIGHSTRESSSS people.

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  4. My grandpa always said you can always judge a man by his wife.

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  5. Nice post. So nice, I can't think of anything snarky to say.

    Check and mate.

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  6. Awwwww, Bill, you mush-ball, you. How sweet! She totally is hot.

    Going to go kick my own American husband and tell him that he totally sucks for not writing this about me. Even though he's not "allowed" to blog. Seriously, yesterday, he thought laugh was spelled "laff".

    You two are a CUTE couple.

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